"That is good, though not nearly as good as this," Vlad said proudly as he moved the food from the fire. "Now all I need is to... Ah." He looked beyond Camilla, his words trailing off as he spotted the Strongman coming toward them, a twin in each hand. "At least they are home for supper."
"Vlad!" the strongman roared in a heavy Italian accent. "These two, zay have been into mine things! Zis is not acceptable! Not at all! I demand zat zese two are-"
"We all know you are not actually Italian, Armando," Vlad said wearily. "If you wish for me to know what it is you are complaining about, then you will have to speak clearly."
Armando - A.K.A. Arnold - sniffed, his bushy mustache twitching. "All the great strongmen are Italian. The crowd gets into the act more with the accent," he said, his accent suddenly a lot more Bostonian. "Anyway, whatever, I found these two sneaking under my trailer and picking up bits and bobs that I'd thought I'd lost. They have a button from almost every costume!"
"Your costumes have buttons? I thought you painted them on," Vlad said then held up a hand before Arnold could get angry. "I am only teasing you, Arnold. Please turn them over to me, and I will see to it everything is returned."
"I'd rather nothing was stolen in the first place. These two need a good willow switch to the backside. That'll help them remember the lesson," Armando grumbled, but he shoved the twins roughly toward Vlad. "I got my things back already. Keep your eyes on these little shisters!"